[M][F] My ex, or how I learned I can do doggy style, too!

So, I don’t like to talk bad about my ex, I’m not that kind of guy, but this is my story of going from feeling like a zero to feeling like a hero.

So, I broke up with my ex a few months back, probably closer to a year now at this point, and we had been in a long long term relationship at that point, so we had sex a lot in the time we were together, but one thing always eluded me, and that was doggy style.

We’d try, oh boy would we try, but I would always come out, or not be able to get in at all. Now I’m decidedly average down there, but I’ve never been particularly confident about it or my sexual prowess. You know that thing the you do for people you love, encourage them and what not? My ex never did that. I would become frustrated when I failed because it was reportedly her favorite position, and I just couldn’t. I hated that feeling, and I blamed myself, I blamed my lack of endowment. I blamed my lack of experience. The one thing I didn’t blame was her.

On The Midnight Train [mf][exh]

Ever since Eden watched a couple having sex on a subway train, she wanted to do the same. And when the same man, a devilishly handsome bad boy, caught her watching and told her to dress in lingerie under her coat and meet him on the platform at mid-night, she laughed him off. But here she was, waiting for him on the subway platform, dressed in a black bra, panties and stocking beneath her winter coat on a snowy December night. She adjusted the coat, cinching the belt around her waist before wrapping her cashmere scarf around her neck. Her snatch was cold, hit with the cold updrafts seeping into her coat as she made her way down the subway steps to the near empty platform. She looked for him but didn’t see her and suddenly felt ridiculous being half naked beneath her coat. Then heard footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see him. This is crazy. She doesn’t even know his name.

And she was made to watch, suffer and be used – [MFF] – BDSM – Female Cuckolding – Humiliation

It was the week of my birthday and Leslie called to invite me over for a birthday dinner.

Now, Leslie and I have a complex history. We started off dating with a bit of BDSM with her as the sub, involved other women, experimentation and eventually, she discovered that she was a power-dominant and a lesbian. Fortunately, our relationship had always been more of a FWB thing and as she drifted from me as a dating partner, we stayed great friends and occasional lovers. We shared women on occasion when we were both single and Leslie had a real fetish for humiliating her submissives by bringing me into the bedroom. A lesbian cuckoldress.

Why me? Am I an incredible lover or some god of sex? (Well I like to think so) but no, its really just came down to three things. The first was that Leslie trusted me deep as I did her. The second was that she knew my tastes and that I could be a lot of fun in the bedroom. Finally, as a lesbian, she didn’t want to have to say that the number of men she had fucked was rising. She said I didn’t count, which I chose to take as a compliment.

Orgasm in front of girlfriend’s unknowing dad[MF]

Some people asked me to tell about the relationship I had with a married woman, and I’m sure I will at some point, but I do still have some guilt over being an adulterer (we just decided to try to chill out two months ago). Plus, to be perfectly honest, it’s a very, very long story for me to describe correctly. Hope you don’t mind me instead describing a quickie I had with a girl my age (I do sleep with “age appropriate” girls, too!).

If you do want to read about my first time with an older woman though, you can check it out [here (pt 1)](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/598ol8/late_40s_f_and_the_college_boy_m_a_first_for_both/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59xwkg/late_40s_f_and_the_college_boy_m_a_first_for_both/):

To just start with a little background, I was a tall, gawky kid growing up, with glasses and an overbite. Then I wrestled throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.

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POTUS Interruptus [MF]

EIGHT.
[read them all.](https://potusinterruptus.wordpress.com/blog/)

“I can’t make the fucking economy do what I want it to!” He yelled, slamming a fist on the oak desk.

She shrugged, remaining comfortably unfazed by his outburst. “Do you feel better?”

“No I don’t feel better!” He was up out of his seat now, his petite frame wracked with stress and rage. “They’re blaming me for this Panic!”

“Well, you’re the president. That’s how it goes.”

“It’s not fucking fair don’t they know,” he took a deep breath, steeled himself, “Don’t they know I’m trying?”

She rose to meet him, finally, blurring lines in their friendship as she approached. “Some of them know. You’ve done a lot of good too. The Democratic Party owes you everything.”

“It would be nice if they remembered that sometimes.”

He looked utterly defeated. She tried to view him as the villain, the pro-slavery, anti-Indian monster she imagined he was. But in the moment he was just a sweet, small man, with too much facial hair and permanent frown lines she could set up camp in.

She kissed his cheek, “Don’t think about them right now.”

[Group] SoftSwing….Close but no Cigar…

Was in a conversation that reminded me of this. Nothing crazy….but it still bums me out to this day.

Setting: A 3 Couple “date night” All watching a movie at a friends house, who has a Barn, with a big loft. They have converted it to a Projection room with couches etc. But it’s still a barn…..with no heat. So…we 3 couples are all bundles up with blankets. My wife has been teasing my junk under the blankets the whole movie, and I’ve been returning the favor.

The movie finishes, and it’s near pitch black, expect for the light of the credits. It’s late….My wife and I start to kiss, and things progress to a little more heavy, but we’re keeping it somewhat under control. I look around…and all the other couples are doing the same thing! Im stoked! I just go with the flow, and pushing things a a little further, while staying under the blankets.

This goes on for several minutes. All of us making out, and clearing doing dirty things under the blankets. Suddenly, some IDIOT says ” well, we should probably call it a night……..”

Want to PUNCH that guy to this day!